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she makes life so difficult. I thought with her I’d have a fresh start, but she keeps bringing me back to Cassidy. It’s like there are three people in this relationship instead of two. I have to try and get things back on track. I can’t end this call on such a sour note. I don’t want Ivy to fall asleep, thinking I’m angry with her. Despite it all, she needs to know I still love her no matter what.
    “I wish this call had gone differently. I didn’t even get a chance to ask you what you’re wearing.” All I want to do is flirt with my sexy girlfriend and forget about everything else. We’ll deal with it in the morning. Now I want to put Ivy to bed—the right way.
    “I’m in one of your shirts, of course…and I stole a pair of your boxers from your drawer before I left.” I can hear the smile in her voice. I grip the armrest of the couch, instantly hard. I know deep down we’re both still upset, but right now she’s giving me exactly what I crave.
    “Your sweet pussy is resting right where I’m usually throbbing for you.” I shift my weight against the cushion, already straining against the pair I’m wearing now.
    She gasps, breathing heavily. I can hear her rustling the sheet.
    “Ivy, are you touching yourself?” I ask, sitting up straight.
    “Yes,” she whispers, moaning, the frame of the bed creaking in the background.
    “Tell me exactly what you’re doing,” I order her as I unzip my jeans.
    “I’m straddling the side of the mattress. One leg is touching the floor and the other is bent on the bed. I’m digging my fingernails into the footboard, holding on for all its worth.” She’s panting, and I have a good idea what she’s up to. I caught her doing this once before on our bed, but she didn’t know I was watching her or I’m sure she would’ve stopped. Now she’s letting me in, sharing all of her dirty little secrets.
    “Are you rubbing yourself over the edge of the mattress?” I ask, finally freeing myself from the confines of my jeans.
    “Yes…” she replies, out of breath. “My shirt is off. All I have on are your boxers. My hair is tickling my swollen breasts, and I’m sliding myself over the edge again and again, gripping it with my thighs.”
    “Hump it, baby, hump it.” I start to vigorously stroke my cock, trying to catch up to her.
    “Uh, it’s not enough. I’m going to have to use my fingers. Hold on, your boxers are so snug.” The bed continues to squeak as she rides it. She’s trying to find her G-spot. I know how she likes a little pressure above her clit. She always goes crazy when I hit it just right.
    “Keep…going.” I’m as breathless as she is now, and I jerk my hand up and down my dick, squeezing it harder.
    “Almost…there,” she cries as the shaking of the bed increases. “I have my fingers pressed…firmly against me…the panel of your boxers holding them in place…as I work my hips…over the mattress…gripping it tighter…and tighter.”
    “I’m right there with you, baby. You’re working me over just listening to you.” I sink lower on the couch. I forgot to shut the blinds before I started this and the glow from the fireplace has me perfectly illuminated. All I need is for someone to walk across my property and catch me jerking off. I’m in the middle of nowhere, but still.
    “Oh God, Eric!” she yells, coming undone.
    “I love hearing you come,” I groan against the phone, pressing it between my cheek and my shoulder. “It’s so fucking hot.”
    “Are you close?” she asks, repositioning herself on the bed. “I just kicked off your boxers and I’m lying spread-eagle on the bed…buck naked. My arms are outstretched with my hands on the headboard and my legs are as far apart as they will go. I’m wide open for you.”
    “Damn it, Ivy!” I shout as I explode in my hand.
    She laughs into the phone as I lean my head back against the couch, desperately trying to get some air into my lungs.
    “That was just what I